Politics the Art of the Possible, Kind Of

Politics the Art of the Possible, Kind Of (c)

By Michael Casey

Over here we have enquiries into bullying

He looked at me with the wrong tone of voice

He did not call They

He did not respect my differences

and would not let me use the women's toilets

He did not allow me compete in women's sports

I only shave twice a day, and am 60kilos heavier than the "others"

He is prejudiced

He won't call me Madam

He says I am a bit of a Madam

He says he is honest, decent, legal and truthful

I'm not talking about Trump either

He says he loves people, he's doing it out of the good of his heart

His Resume if I may steal an American word

His Resume is remarkable, he has 3 degrees and says he used to be a singer

He likes to cross dress too, but he needs to shave his legs more often

He said he did not cry, there was something in his eye

He says he's very religious, he only has affairs with vicars daughters

He says they are so pure, and he won't catch any diseases from them

He says he has never taken drugs, and he didn't inhale anyway

He says statues should stay, he says you cannot rewrite History

He says he believe in free speech, but charges 100,000 for 20 mins

He demands the best wine from   the top vine in the Green Room

He wants payment in cash in a vacuum sealed bag

He says the other guy, is a liar a cheat and a fraud and a womaniser

He had to film that a few times, as he was standing by a mirror

And the crew could be seen laughing

He says only HE can lead, and the last result was a mistake

And will he support the official Candidate

No he won't, it’s his ball, so he'll run away

Leaving everybody else on the field with no balls

Literally

And on it goes

This writer here, 

Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham ENGLAND

Grew up watching the Political Interviews with my dad

Sir Robin Day, who was a trained Barrister, no he did not make coffee, 

he was a lawyer, he made mincemeat of Politicians

My dad's line always was "Did he Sweat, Bollocks"

My dad worked in the heat of a steel works for 40 years

The District Iron and Steel, Brasshouse Lane Smethwick

Originally a Blacksmith from Kerry Ireland

So dad would curse, and really curse, as only a foundry man can

As together we watched the Politics, 55 years ago

So that's where that interest came from

And just to be clear dad was a very intelligent man

But back in 1920/30 Ireland you went to work at 14

You can look elsewhere to see the Education his Kids 

and Grandkids attained, so never look down on him

Or me for that matter

Intelligence is Speed of Thought

Not collecting pieces of paper as I said to Molly at the QE yesterday

Molly does not speak French, she's a medic

Anyway, at the end of the day

Just be nice to everybody, because small acts of kindness are rewarded

And nasty acts are burnt in acid in people's memory

Politics is a picnic of lies

We pick and choose, and suffer for our choice

But we can kick them out every 5 years or so

Also remember this if you call everybody Duck or Chuck

It does not matter what cock and bull reality people have

At least, they won’t complain how you addressed them

Even if it’s me in a ballroom gown split to my hairy thighs

Because I'm off up Broad Street tonight, 

for the not so secret Policeman's Ball

Why are Policemen's Balls so Big

They sell more Tickets